Airbnb Blues: A Stuck Inside Poem, Day 13

I saw on the news

that airbnb hosts are feeling  

their gaggle of golden geese

is really an old crow

with a broken wing

straggling behind the murder

and y’all,

I had to clutch

my motherfucking pearls. 

Cause I wanted to feel their pain

but I couldn’t.  I wanted to feel

their pain because who wouldn’t

want free money. All you need

is access to capital and above average

credit and you, too,

could poop wealth.

But given the opportunity I know

you’d be a compassionate above average

income human. You wouldn’t be

a douche. The bad news in all this

is when you try to imagine

who the douche dudes are

and what things the douche dudes do,

you bring douche things to you.

You get what you think about

whether you want it or not, Barbara.

I don’t make the rules.

I just know its true.

If you woke up in the body of a lion tamer,

would you quit the circus?